my little room

Time is an illusion

Keeping me in place

Best kept under my skin

Or his briefcase

And I, I am tired

Singing to the same

Four lonely walls

Screaming encore

Every time I mess up

And if

It works out

And I end up in

Tune somehow

I’ll be thankful for this time

Alone

In my little

In my little room

I've been waiting a quarter of a century

And now I'm living in a memory

Prone to pathetic fallacies

And if

It works out

And I end up in

Tune somehow

I’ll be thankful for this time

Alone

In my little

In my little

In my little